Thursday, and the nerves have started to kick in. Well, not the nerves so much as the despair. And the anger. And the pissy-ness. And the general feeling of 'why me?'.
I'm the best man at a friend's wedding on Saturday and I'd be underselling the situation if I said I was not happy.
Firstly, I'm not sure how I got the gig in the first place - this is a friend that I see once a year (if I really work hard to coordinate our diaries), that I didn't speak to for ten years (a falling out that involved broken noses, smashed teeth and a bottle or three), and who has an ex-wife and two fairly old kids that I have never met.
Secondly, the cost of the whole thing is now starting to annoy me. Here goes:
€500 - travel to Amsterdam, accommodation and spends for Stag Weekend
€400 - new suit for wedding
€250 - accommodation for the night of the wedding, renting a car to get to wedding, etc
€180 - shirt and shoes for wedding
€150 - wedding gift
So, it's cost me well over €1,000 euros to go to this wedding and be the Best Man. In what world is that right?
And to make matters worse, they had the cheek to say "don't buy us a wedding gift, we're asking people to make a cash donation to the honeymoon". If you can't afford your honeymoon, sweetheart, don't go on one....or so I'd suggest.
The final nail in the coffin happened yesterday evening.
My Crackberry pinged to tell me an email had arrived...
"Hi everyone, the friday night pre-wedding dinner has been booked and we're really looking forward to seeing you all there" it said.
"The restaurant is lovely, the food isgreat and I'm sure we'll all have a great time - see the menu attached".
I clicked on the link.
Starters - £18 to £24
Main courses - £30 to £40
Desserts - £15 to £20
I closed the link and sat there stunned. On top of everything else, I have to spend a hundred quid on dinner the night before the wedding?
How do I get out of this one?
I guess I should have said no when I had a chance, right?